Well, no. They have better Cuban food there, for one thing. And much nicer beaches.
Tea this morning: mango passionfruit
Teacup this morning: I rinsed out the kitty in filing drawer cup.
Temperature: 42 degrees. Hardly worth recording.
And now, yoga, and then slouching towards work. Time to blow up something. Possibly a space ship and a couple of world leaders.
...huh. I have this sudden sense I've got my grove back. More carnage: fixes problems every time.
Did I mention I climbed a 5.10 yesterday? (okay, yes, I'm still geeked. But then, when I started climbing, one of the things I said to myself was "I would like to be good enough at this to climb 5.10 someday." And while having sent one 5.10a on the slab in not the same thing as climbing 5.10, not really, it puts it within reach. It's visible now, in a way it wasn't before. So cooooooool.)